Page 6 of Blinded By Love

I pull into a parking spot and turn the engine off. After I grab my bag and lock the doors I walk towards the building that towers over me. My first class of the day is my journalism class. I’m majoring in journalism because I’m hoping to be a sports journalist when I’m done with college. It’s good that I finished all of my general ed classes in community college so I don’t have to really worry about those classes for my last two years of college.

I walk inside the class and pause when I see the professor talking. She looks at me and nods her head before continuing her lecture. Blush spreads on my cheeks as I walk past her and go towards the seats in the last row of the class where only one girl is sitting.

I sit a few seats away from her and put my bag on the chair next to me.

I focus my attention on the professor as she starts talking about what we should expect for this semester. Most of the students in the class are either taking notes of what she is saying or they are on their phones. There are some people who are just listening to her, like me.

I’m not taking notes because I know she will probably provide a packet with everything she said and I probably won’t even remember what she is saying.

“Hey.” I hear someone whisper, making me turn my head and look at the girl who is sitting in the same row I am. She scoots over a seat and smiles at me. “I’m Natalia.”

I give her a small smile in return. “Jaclyn.”

Natalia has blonde hair and bright hazel eyes. Her smile is genuine and one of the kind of smiles that a girl wishes she could have that show off her full lips.

It's times like this when I wish I had fuller lips. I’m not insecure about my small lips but I do wish I had full lips sometimes like Natalia’s or some of the Instagram models I see.

I remember the first time I kissed a boy, which was when I was eighteen, he told me I have small lips which made me feel like shit.

Thank god it didn’t work out between us. Right after the date he ended up getting back together with his ex-girlfriend.

“Can I just say first, you are so gorgeous. I had to introduce myself so that we could be friends.”

I smile again and try not to blush at her compliment. “Thank you, I was just admiring how beautiful you are compared to me.”

“Oh stop it. You’re just saying that.” Natalia throws her long hair over her shoulder. “You’re a journalism major I’m guessing?”

“Yes and a psychology minor.”

“My brother is a psychology minor too. He is also studying business because our dad wants him too.” At the last part, Natalia rolls her eyes. “He hates it though and most of the time he is skipping his classes anyways to piss off our dad.”

“Your dad sounds like a handful.”

“You should meet my brother. He is even more of a handful. Always has something arrogant to say.” Natalia leans in her chair and gets comfortable. “So are you living in the dorms? Are you a freshman or transfer? I’ve never seen you here before and I know almost everyone here.”

“I live with my uncle and I’m a transfer.”

“Nice, I live with my brother in the college apartments that are like ten minutes away from here.”

“Have you always lived in Arizona?”

“No, I’m actually from Utah. Park City to be exact. It’s small but can get crazy sometimes. What about you? From Arizona or somewhere else?” Natalia asks.

“Southern California.”

“California, baby. You’re not one of those fakes right? I heard that in California there are a lot of fake people.”

I laugh at that.

So many people think because I’m from California, that I’m fake or spoiled when in reality, I’m none of those things. I’m not the type of person to be fake friends with someone to get something in return. I love having friends, real ones because it’s hard to find a good group of real friends that don’t fuck you over or leave.

All of the friends I’ve had either left because my mom ruined those friendships because she thought they weren’t good enough for me or because I pushed them away because they weren’t giving me the same energy I was giving them.

I felt like they didn’t want to be my friends anymore so I pushed them away and they had no problem leaving.

“No, but I have had my fair share of fakes.”

Natalia and I talk for the rest of the class in a low tone. The professor did side eye us a few times for Natalia laughing too loud. She kind of reminds me of one of my old friends I had in high school. Her name was Ava and she was one of the good friends.

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